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of mediums and messages

by Peter DeWolf on January 24, 2012

in Uncategorized

There’s a certain permanence to ink on paper, you know.

A certain reality.

A truth.

You can cross it out, friend, but it is still there.

The more you scratch, the more you say.

You can crumple. You can discard.

But the words remain.

They are part of the paper now.

You can burn it.

But amongst the embers are the ashes of thoughts that at one point were important enough for you to put down.

For all of its technology and speed, computers are not the same.

True expression has no backspace.

A cursor flashing flashing, as if uncertain itself. Of what it wrote. Of what it’ll write next.

It devalues.

It diminishes.

Bringing worlds together to say less.

While it certainly has its place, its just not the same thing.

It’s not.

It’ll never be.

That’s important to remember.

And so is this.

Though I type these words, you should make no mistake…

I love you in ink.

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i still love the west wing

by Peter DeWolf on January 23, 2012

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If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you probably know that I dig The West Wing.  And that I enjoy understatements.

The Delightful One and I have been watching it for the past week. She’d never seen a single episode before. I… I didn’t even know that was possible.

How awesome is it when a girl will watch The West Wing with you? Totally makes up for her bailing after 16 minutes of Firefly.

16 minutes.

Despite us bragging up her coolness for being willing to watch it on Twitter.

Mmmmhmmmm.

And even after making me watch two full Twilight movies. Which, if I’m not mistaken, had a combined running time of FOR-FRIGGIN’-EVER.

We started at the very beginning of The West Wing. I swear the episodes are even more wonderful than last time I watched them.

But there is a problem when I watch The West Wing.

Something happens to me…

It unlocks the Josh side of my personality.

I mostly try to keep it under wraps. Especially when a certain girlfriend says things like “Siiiiigh. Sometimes you’re a lot to take, Peter.” (Can you even imagine??)

After a few episodes, my strut comes back out. The arrogance level moves up a few notches. And the smirking? My word the smirking.

I say things like, “You know, I think I’d look rather dashing in a sweater vest.”

And “I feel especially cute today.”

We have conversations like this.

Her: “I like you.”

Me: “I don’t blame you. I’m kinda awesome.”

Personally I think it just makes me even more charming.

I’m sure she thinks so too.  Down deep.

Even if she has to put up with me saying “Oh!  This next episode is SO good!” about every single episode.

Now I’m going to try to suppress my inner Sam and fight the urge to re-write this post seven times.

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“unfinished”

by Peter DeWolf on January 19, 2012

in word doodles

she’s glad
after a few false starts
she grew her nails
for this
moment
this
image
tracing around
and around
the outline
trying to will
the scarlet polish
into waiting spaces
she plots a course
for goosebumps to follow
breathlessly
wandering
wondering
how so much ink
could seem so delicate
delicate being a fleeting thought
of course
of course
she wants her own
touched
up
and over smooth skin
her clothing
feeling like a sentence
she’s sorry
she can’t
and she won’t
but if she could
she can’t
and she won’t
but good fuck
if only she could

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how to treat a man

by Peter DeWolf on January 16, 2012

in Uncategorized

Hello, lovely ladies of the internet.

Due to the overwhelming (relative) success (ish) of my famous “How to Treat a Woman” post, I have decided to bring you…

How to Treat a Man.

Basically I can sum it up in one word:

Fairly.

There you go. Thanks for reading. Until the next time…

Oh.

Wait.

You’re probably looking for specifics, eh? Fiiiiiiiine. I’ll go a little deeper into it.

Before we start, I should mention that most dudes suck. There are, like, fourteen good ones on the planet. So I think women should avoid men all together.

Sure my plan is not great for the continuation of the species. One bad head cold and we’d all be wiped out. But it could mean no more Rihanna albums, and then everyone wins.

However if you women insist on getting tangled up with men, this is a list for how you should treat one of the good ones.

1) Don’t set us up to fail. We’ll screw up enough on our own. You don’t need to entrap us into guaranteed-to-lose situations. We know you like having things to talk to the girls about at Happy Hour. That’s fine. But instead of piling on, why don’t you just listen? Listen and be thankful that your guy doesn’t do all the evil shit the other guys do. Being a joiner is rarely a good idea. After all, that is how the virus of tramp stamps spread. (As well as other related viruses, I’m sure.)

2) We’re not the guy that cheated on you your sophomore year of college. We’re not. (For one, we’re not wearing a Creed tour t-shirt.) We know that sucked. We wish you didn’t have to go through it. But that wasn’t us. And we don’t want to be blamed for what he did. It’s not fair to make us pay for someone else having sex. This isn’t a bachelor party.

3) We like our ratty old t-shirts. Accept them. We know they offend your delicate sensibilities, but they remind us of fun times in the past. Every stain is a story, yo. Plus do you really want to send the message that we should trade things in when they get a little older? Hmmmm? Mmmhmmm.

4) Gifts: Buy us something we’d like. Something that would make US happy. Isn’t that the point of gift-giving? Buy us what we would want and not what you think we should want, or what you think would help improve us.

If I’m not mistaken, it was 17th century French Mathematician Rene Descartes who first wrote:

video game > nose hair trimmers

5) Nagging. Just no. Sometimes it may eventually get you what you want, but there’s a cost for constantly harshing our mellow. I know that squeaky wheels get the grease and all. But you know what else squeaky wheels get? Replaced. Charm us into getting what you want! Or, you know, just ask with a smile.

6) We don’t expect a 1:1 ratio of your movies to ours. We’d be okay with 3:1 even. But you gotta give us something. We know what “imprinting” is for mercy’s sake!!! The least you can do is watch Smokey & The Bandit with us.

7) Please don’t try to make us guess when something is wrong. Just say it. It has always been odd to me that women expect the ability to read minds from a gender who can’t remember to put a toilet seat down? Gravity does all the work!

8) Resist the urge to try to change EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT US. Seriously. Clothing, grooming habits, favourite foods, finger prints, DNA… You liked us for a reason. Try to remember why.

Try harder.

9) Positive reinforcement is big. Men are like puppies. We need to hear “good boy”s, we’re excited to see you at the end of the day and, at any given time, it is possible that we might hump your leg.

10) Don’t worry. That bad thing you hope we’re not thinking… we’re probably not. Sometimes we’re quiet because we’re thinking about work or sports or, yes, occasionally your friend with all the cleavage. We’re sorry, but you can see those boobs from space! My word.

11) Be honest about who you are. We can take it. We like you for a reason too.

12) Be patient. We want to help more than you think. We’re judging you much less than you think. And remember that you may have started the argument in your head a half hour ago, but you just pulled us in. Let us catch up. We’re on your side.

13) NEVER talk about our private stuff with your friends. Most of them couldn’t organize a two car parade. Their relationship histories have seen more swings and misses than a pinata. And, frankly, we don’t give anything even close to a shit about their opinions. Sorry. It’s true.

14) Take an interest in our interests. At least try them out. Fantasy sports. Battlestar Galactica. The History Channel. Having a girlfriend who dresses like Wonder Woman for us.

What?

15) Hug us. When you’re happy. When you’re sad. When you’re angry at us. Hug us. It always helps.

I hope this gives you a good starting point for becoming one of the best girlfriends/fiances/wives in the history of the universe.

But if you’re ever in doubt as to what to do in a certain situation, ask yourself “What would those oddly boringly attractive women in romantic comedies do?”

Then do the exact opposite.

Listen, we know you’re beautifully complicated creatures. We expect it. We’re fine with it.

Just make sure to also be…

Nice.

And know that we like you. A lot.

Give us support. Give us trust.

Give us a chance.

We might surprise you.

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KAPOW!: A Super Love Story (Part 2)

by Peter DeWolf on January 9, 2012

in Uncategorized

(If you missed Part 1, check it out here.)

The story picks up where Part 1 left off.  Jack and Devin try to figure out if they can make their relationship work.  Mr. Black is up to something big. And another hero makes an appearance.  Our super hero love story continues!

Buy it now!  Only $1.99!


KAPOW!: A Super Love Story (Part 2)

 

(Cover art courtesy of the talented Shane Willis at Red Act Photo.)

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Contest of AWESOME winner!

by Peter DeWolf on January 6, 2012

in Uncategorized

So in December sometime I ran this contest.

The prize was the mysterious “$50 worth of awesome.”  As each new person entered, I’d try to come up with ideas for what I would send if they won.

I knew I’d have to find a way to get Caramilk bars to Eleni.

I had a silly idea for Jenn.

If Linda won, I was going to have a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Ryan Gosling delivered to her office.

Hey, girl.

I was a little nervous when people I didn’t really know well entered, but I had faith in my sleuthing abilities and knew I could find a cool customized gift just for them.

And then the big day came.  I used the random.org dealie and it selected…

Jasmine!

I was excited at first.

At first.

But then I said to myself, “Eeeep!  I adore Jasmine.  We’ve been friends for years.  But Jasmine is all snooty and boobs!  What am I going to send her?”

Jasmine lives in NYC.  She goes to fancypants restaurants.  On opening nights!

She realizes there are other places to buy clothing than Old Navy.  (I had no idea.)

It was a pickle, it was.

Then I remembered that one time when I told her about the Canadian snack treats I was sending Ashley, she seemed intriiiiiigued.

So snack treats it would be!

I sent her:

2 big bags of Hickory Sticks
4 boxes of Smarties (the good Canadian kind)
4 Coffee Crisp bars
4 Crunchie bars
4 Aero bars
4 Aero Mint bars
and 4 Caramilk bars.

And when they arrived at her desk yesterday, she sent me the following in an email:

“so much stuff! how will i ever finish? do i even like my co-workers enough to consider sharing?!

these are the questions that are haunting me.”

Hee and a hee.

She even licked the chocolate off her fingers long enough to send me this pic.

Fun, right?

So you know, there is still time to buy Part 1 of KAPOW! right here.  (Apparently if you use this code “onemorethingca305″ you get 25% off all Lulu.com orders today.)

And Part 2 will be out next week!

I hope you’ll check it out.

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Holidays! Recap!

by Peter DeWolf on January 5, 2012

in Uncategorized

Hello.

I hope you all had lovely holidays.

Mine were pretty awesome.

I got to spend time with two of my favourite ladies ever.

This little one.

And this slightly littler one.

When they hung out, it was the cutest thing in the history of things that are cute.

See??

They really bonded.  It was amazing.  My ovaries still hurt.

Ashley got me a swanky new University of Texas baseball cap.  And once broken in, it will become my official go-to baseball cap.  I don’t have to tell you just how big of an honour that is.

Or maybe I do have to tell you.

In which case…

Pay closer attention to me, yo.  Sheesh.

She also got me a picture frame with a number of pictures that I can swap out.  Genius.  Three pics of us and one of just her.  I am currently going with the one of just her because she is rocking a side braid and it is just painfully cute.

I also received a number of awesome presents from my family and Santa.   (My niece gave me a framed picture of her latest school picture — ADORABLE!)

My family seems to enjoy making gift-giving as complicated as humanly possible.  It’s part of our charm.

My dad has had a Blackberry for a little over a year.  He’s never been satisfied with it.  He wanted an Android when he went to the phone store, but they didn’t have the one he wanted in stock.  He settled for the Blackberry Bold.  And every time he’s looked at an Android since then, he’s made sad puppy face.

My sister and I talked to my mom and decided that we should buy him a snazzy new Samsung Galaxy dealie outright.  My mom is kinda amish and saw no need for it.  But I am a good convincer and sold her on him being able to use a navigational chart/plotter app when he’s sailing.

[At this point I feel as though I should mention that the story may only be interesting to my immediate family, but I'm this far into it, so...]

She agreed.  However Bell Canada doesn’t think you should be allowed to take a phone out of their stores without activating it.  And we couldn’t activate it, obviously, without him finding out.

But my mom knows the owner of a store a half hour away and worked out some kind of deal to get it out without activating.  (I am guessing she threatened him in some way. )

We were in business.

Around the same time, my mom’s company started blocking employees access to Facebook and a bunch of websites.  She was not super psyched about this idea.  So…

I convened a meeting with my dad and sister and we decided that my mom needed an Android phone, so she could Facebook and email and text and stuff from her desk.   She had been using some kind of pay as you go dealie.  Presumably to schedule barn-raisings and quilting bees.

I did the research and found the right phone and package and added it to my account (so she’ll never get a bill.)

I was pretty pleased with how all of that worked out.

And just because I am what some might call a COLOSSAL PAIN IN THE ASS, I decided to set my mom’s phone up early and torture my dad with all the cool gizmos and junk on it.

He kept telling me how envious he was.  And how much he hated that he had to wait two more years to get a new phone.  And he said things like “I wonder if your mother would want to switch for a slightly-used Blackberry…”

I giggled a lot.

Manly giggles.

Probably chortles.

Possibly even a guffaw.

However, somewhere along the way, I kind of fell a little in love with my mom’s phone.  It made me look at my own Blackberry with resentment.

I would call my sister to tell her the funny stories of my dad staring longingly at my mom’s phone, and would add things like, “I don’t blame him.  It is pretty nice.”  Then I would go on and on (apparently) about all the cool things he and my mom will be able to do with their phones.

Sooooo my mom and sister held an impromptu sidebar and decided to get ME a phone too.

To recap:

Mom getting phone.  Only me, my dad and sister knew.

Dad getting phone.   Only me, my mom and sister knew.

Peter getting phone.   Only mom and sister knew.

Add in that my sister was going to inherit my dad’s Blackberry.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I almost accidentally spilled the beans.  While researching apps for my mom’s phone, I’d nearly tell my dad about the apps I’d put on his.

It was exhausting.

At gift-opening time,  my sister and I gave them each their wrapped phones.  Then at the last second, my sister tossed a present to me (in a bigger box) and told me to open at the same time.

We opened.

Phones!

Yay!

I almost immediately put on Words with Friends.  (username: “peterdewolf”  Let’s play!)

When we started sharing all the stories of the near-misses with saying the wrong things, I complained about having too many Christmas phone secrets in my noggin leading up to Christmas.

My sister delicately told me, “You only knew about TWO phones.  I knew about THREE, asshole.”

And then it really felt like Christmas.

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the munchkin, the uncle and the cookies!

by Peter DeWolf on December 20, 2011

in Uncategorized

The ACN and I decided to make cookies today.

Real bakers wear Lululemon headbands.

Uncle Pete throws flour around like A PRO.

Ready for the oven!

Hmmm.  That’s why it said “makes 20 cookies” on the package.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

“We’re not letting delicious frosting go to waste on my watch, unc.”

Cookie-making is messy and adorable work.

Hey!  They turned out kinda yummy!  Must have been the headband.

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the gift of gifting

by Peter DeWolf on December 14, 2011

in Uncategorized

This is the time of year when many people’s thoughts turn to gift-giving.  My thoughts are no different.  You know, except for the part where they turned to gift-giving months ago.  Seriously.  It’s a family thing.  My mom and sister start buying gifts in August.

The gift-giving thoughts led to this contest.  Which you should enter.  I’ll wait and watch TV while you do so.

Man, NewsRadio was an underrated show.

Done?  Cool.

Earlier today, Jenn wrote a post on gift-giving for people in new relationships.  I know this because she told me about it with a “Leave a comment!!!”

Subtle.

She asked me if I had any ideas.

I gave her a few.  (“Dress as Wonder Woman!”)

Then she told me, “You suck at this.”

I may ask Santa for more supportive friends.

But she kind of has a point.  (Don’t tell her I said so.)  I do suck at general gift ideas.  I’m very much a specific gift ideas kinda guy.

I don’t want to pick out a gift that anyone would like.  I want to pick out a gift that you will love.

I need to know you to come up with something good.

I need to care about you to come up with something even better.

I want to publish all your grandma’s recipes that you’ve been posting on a blog in a book, with a picture you sent me of you two cooking together on the cover.

I want to convince the guy from Backstreet Boys that was “ohmygodsocute!” to tweet to you.

I want to write a story about your childhood blanket, and have my friend do an illustration for it.

I want you to know that I listen.

I want you to know I put effort into it.

I need you to know how much I care.

So, yeah, being able to pick a present for someone you still don’t know very well is quite a skill.

But being able to give a present that makes someone special to you smile?

That’s just awesome.

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all a-twitter

by Peter DeWolf on December 13, 2011

in Uncategorized

if pressed
i’d say
it’s like a snapshot
constantly updating and evolving
but always the same
it’s girls waiting for boys
to change
boys waiting for girls
to change
the fact that they’ve been hurt
by girls
who claim to be lonely
blind to why
and i say nothing
they could stand
to be a little lonely
it’s girls beating themselves up
for what they ate
or when
or why
i get mad
and fight not to say something
cause any man knows
any real man knows
a little cellulite
makes your butt sing in jeans
laaaaaaaaaaaaaa
and maybe i should
but i don’t
because good intentions
never
well
because eyes see
and heads hear
in the languages
they always have
and eyes see
and heads hear
what they want
to
be supported
not challenged
and so
it goes

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